Wen Sheng is the hall of a restaurant in Shuangjiang City.

Responsible for serving tea and water to customers every day and telling past news.

Although he doesn't have much money, he lives a leisurely and comfortable life like this.

He has always been very principled. If the guests enjoy the benefits, he often buys a pot of wine of equivalent value to repay.

Because he thought that his service was only worth a little money, no matter how much he had, he would have no blessing to live up to it.

Not long ago, he got a martial art called "Source of the Origin Sword" from a guest because of this incident.

He had longed for the lives of those swordsmen in the world, and now he had the opportunity, he was naturally very happy.

This technique is written in a simple and simple way. Although he doesn't understand some things very well, he can practice it with specious things.

Moreover, as he practiced, his physique became better and better. He usually became more and more quick-witted and quicker in his work. Therefore, he was praised by the shopkeeper several times.

But he did not become proud of it and had the idea of ​​walking around the world.

He knew that what he got was just a skill given by a guest, and it was still far behind those real masters in the world.

So although he asked Blacksmith Wang to build a sword for himself, he only practiced at home and did not dare to use it.

He thought that such a life would last a long time, and when he got married and had children, and when his son grew up, he began to teach his son to practice swordsmanship...

But unlike what I imagined, his good days ended after the group of men wearing iron armor and holding swords flew over.

"Zhujian Villa rebelled. I suspect that your inn and Zhujian Villa are related. Everyone comes out and we need to check them one by one!" A soldier said.

"Sir, we are just duty businessmen, how dare we get involved in rebellion? Is there some misunderstanding here?" The shopkeeper took out a few golden swords and stuffed them to the soldier.

"Haha!" The soldier took the golden sword and said, "Brief up the imperial court officials, and the crime will be higher than the first time, and drag it out!"

As the sound fell, soldiers came over and dragged the shopkeeper away.

The shopkeeper was still shouting: "I'm wronged, I'm wronged, Jun!"

After that, more than a dozen soldiers began to smash and loot in the store. Those who could take away valuables would be taken away directly, and those who could not be taken away were smashed or burned in a fire.

Wen Sheng watched all this happen, but he was powerless.

He was pushed out of the inn by a soldier, and saw the old shopkeeper hanging on a wooden stake at a glance.

The old shopkeeper was pierced with a long sword in his chest, but he was not dead yet. He gasped, as if he was about to say something, but he couldn't say it.

"I saw it all, this is the end of the thief!" The soldier said with a clang: "If you know something, say it quickly, so as not to be searched by us and follow in his footsteps."

Wen Sheng felt like there was a fire burning in his heart. He looked at the old shopkeeper's body on the wooden stake and inexplicably looked at the soldier and said, "What did he do wrong?"

"He is naturally a rebel, and the rebel is like this!!" said the soldier: "If you know, tell me the matter, and you can still reward you with an official position."

Wen Sheng knew that the old shopkeeper had a relationship with a deacon in Zhujian Villa. After all, if you want to open a store in Shuangjiang City, who can't rely on Zhujian Villa?

But when Wen Sheng saw the old shopkeeper ending up, he still felt very angry.

"I'm not an official." Wen Sheng shook his head and said.

"I have quite some ideas. If I don't want to be an official, I have gold, silver and treasures. Otherwise, there will be no shortage of sword techniques and secret treasures for elixirs in the court. As long as your news is valuable, we will never be stingy." The soldier smiled.

"Can you give me a sword?" Wen Sheng asked.

"Sword?" The soldier looked puzzled, but then nodded and said, "Okay, come with a sword!"

Soon, one of them took a good sword forged by fine iron and handed it to Wen Sheng.

Wen Sheng carefully checked the sword in his hand.

The sword edge, which was more than three feet tall, was shining with cold light, and it looked very sharp at first glance. The smooth sword body reflected his eyes at this moment.

What kind of gaze is that?

Cold, numb, maybe there is still some anger hidden in the deepest part!

"It's your turn, just say anything if you have any news." The sergeant said.

"Okay!" Wen Sheng nodded.

Immediately, his wrist holding the sword moved.

Love!

A cold light flashed, and there was an invisible blood mark on the soldier's neck.

Wen Sheng thought he would be scared, but now he only has a faint sadness.

The grief of this world and the grief of yourself.

"grown ups!!"

The soldiers next to them were frightened and their faces changed drastically.

"Go ahead, kill him!"

Wen Sheng looked around, his feet moved, and his body was like lightning.

Just use a simple sword to collect the sword, and every attack can easily reap a life.

He still underestimated himself and underestimated the martial arts that Lin Qianjun gave him.

Before the sword technique does not involve sword energy, sword intent, etc., what you want is three points, that is, speed, accuracy and ruthlessness.

Lin Qianjun's "Source of the Origin Sword" only pursues these three points from beginning to end.

Strengthening oneself and increasing basic attributes can make your sword powerful enough, move fast enough, and have accurate sword edges.

This is the power that the foundation can bring.

There is no need for cumbersome sword techniques, you just need to learn to hold the sword.

The rest will naturally be understood after you hold the sword.

Not long after, more than 20 sergeants on the field were killed by Wen Sheng.

Seeing this, the rest of the people were frightened and their faces changed drastically and fled here one after another.

For them, whether it is the soldiers or Wen Sheng who holds the sword, they are absolutely dangerous people.

Wen Sheng stepped forward and took the old shopkeeper's body off the wooden stake. At this time, the old shopkeeper was already angry and said like a mosquito and flies: "No...I thought, I... there is... you are so big... God in this shop."

Wen Sheng remained silent, his expression moved, and tears surged in his eyes.

The old shopkeeper comforted: "The man... has tears... he doesn't flick it... in the backyard... under the big locust tree... he has my money... he leaves... he leaves... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not flicking... he's not f

After saying this, the old shopkeeper took his last breath.

Wen Sheng carried the old shopkeeper to the big locust tree in the backyard, and slashed a few swords from his body into his hand, and suddenly slashed several swords on the ground.

The sword blade was easily buried in the soil, and a large amount of soil was lifted up, and a deep pit was drawn out on the spot.

Wen Sheng saw the jar buried under the locust tree. Because his sword was too fierce, the upper half had been cut off, revealing the cloth wrapped in the golden sword.

Hundreds of golden swords are hidden here.

And it seems that there is more than one jar here.

But Wen Sheng didn't care about these things.

He took out one of the jars, then put the shopkeeper's body into a deep pit, waved his sword to backfilm the soil, and buried the rest of the jars.

After doing this, he broke the jar in his hand, took out all the golden swords inside, and tied them around his waist one by one.

He walked out of the store with a swagger.

He thought it very clearly that as long as others thought he had taken all the money, no one would harass the old shopkeeper again.

In fact, this is true. After seeing him, almost everyone felt that he had taken away all the money he had hidden in the old shopkeeper.

The soldiers who received the news also chased him one after another.

Wen Sheng held a sword in his hand and walked calmly on the street.

Maybe the future will be death, but how could he be afraid?

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Zhujian Villa was surrounded, but Xie Xifeng did not act too anxious.

This day will come sooner or later. Although it is a little earlier than his estimate, the final result is nothing more than a few.

Either the court eventually retreated, or the divine sword in Zhujian Villa was taken away and destroyed, or both sides were both injured, and the people in Zhujian Villa escaped with the divine sword.

He had imagined every result.

And he will face it calmly.

Inside a pavilion outside Zhujian Villa.

Fu Ji, the leader of the Divine Sword Army, was playing chess. At this time, he left a piece and said, "Xie Xifeng, Your Majesty said that as long as you are willing to hand over three Divine Swords and surrender to the court..."

"You can't stop this step." Xie Xifeng spoke and interrupted Fu Ji's words.

Fu Ji looked at the chessboard, but Xie Xifeng decided to reversal the entire situation.
To be continued...